Soooooooooooo, I'm pretty much a wreck right now, and it's self-induced.
I'm so jealous of my myspace friend.
She gets to meet AFI because she was winner #6 for their 'Begin Transmission' contest. I'm not exactly clear on the details, but I think she gets to record with them. I'm not as obsessed with AFI as I used to be, but...they will always be a big part of my life. Their music carried me through some really hard times, and though I've never met him, I consider Davey my big brother of sorts. My big, gorgeous, adorable, handsome, funny, OMG brother, but...
I feel like such a failure. I've applied at three places so far and nothing. *sigh* So I'm going to apply as a teacher's assistant on Monday. In person. I'm scared.
And I really don't want to do it. It's not that I don't WANT to work; I just am afraid of not doing well.
I don't know where I'm going in life... I just know that I don't want to end up being the 30-year old, jobless adultescent that lives with her mom.
I'm attached, but even THAT'S too much.